Weeds and Flowers

There is a fire in the heart of life

One thing that will consume you

Simple to put into words because they don't mean enough

Strategies you find is what is about some weeds prefer to be picked

Seeds strewn to the wind what is domesticated brings shadows

We compete for them where they would not have won

Flowers the fruit what sustains us

Lost in the weeds was not an expression I thought I would need to explain

Wasn't sure what the words were I could only feel what I meant

What is your defenition of illegal?

Language changes every day

In our garden we break ground and plant a flower

Weeds grow in our rows

To the monarch one weed is all they want

Leaner times are defined by easy days

Or they would not be so hard

This milk weed must have loved us

A butterfly affect direct

We find ourselves on opposite sides

Dangerous because there is no need for GMO

There are no flowers without weeds

Getting dirty is healthy

Seperation isn't possible

Illusions are fantasy are passing

There are moments that create life

Time that is alive

This is about love how it will lead you here

Of a weed or flower or fruit or seed

There is a circular logic defined to be insufficient 

There are two sides to a whole

Strategies you find is what we are all about

Domesticated believing or own myths

Not everything can always get better

Not everything was worse